A Distant Memory

Chapter 30 - Dipshit

I woke up in my bed, wasn't I just in my car?

My head was pounding as I sat up, I started scanning my room when a big bouquet of roses caught my attention. I groggily stood up and walked over to it, I crouched down and was amazed by the size of the thing.

To put you in context, it was three times my head. That type of red and pink bouquet that only girls in the movies get, a type of bouquet that I'd only gotten twice. I carefully picked it up and it was a bit heavy, but nothing unbearable. I looked around for a note, there was a card attached to it.

I pulled the card out and four pages fell, the card read; 

'There are 99 real roses, and there is 1 fake rose. When all the flowers rot and there is nothing left, that's when I'll stop wanting you. 

-Marko (Anderson)'

My heart swelled and I pouted in adoration, a smile I didn't know about was forming on my face. A whole-heartedly one, a real one.

I put the roses down, and at the very middle of the bouquet I spotted the fake red rose, standing from all the others. I pulled it out and pressed it against my chest, like a little girl who had just gotten a confession letter from her crush.

After smiling to myself for less than a hot minute, I put it down and inspected the other pages, they were letters.

Hand-written letters by Anderson, I knew this because all his words were awfully rounded and short. He often wrote down ideas and stuff so I could recognize his writing.

What made me basically explode of adoration was the fact that they were four pages without a single blank space. In three he had written down moments that made him like me more, how he felt on different several occasions, and how he just wanted to be by my side. One of the three pages explained (on both sides) how I was completely flawless, he said that he couldn't compare me to Aphrodite, but that I'd definitely been gifted by her. Anderson wrote that I couldn't compare because I taught him that no one could compare to her, that it would be an offense to compare anyone to her. I told him that weeks back because he wanted to know about my mama, I figured that her greek myths would suffice.

You might be wondering what the fourth page was, he had written over and over; 'I want you, Olivia Luxor Rossi. I want everything that will come along if that means that I get to call you mine.'

That made me weak.

My window being crushed pulled me out of my thoughts. I was startled, it made me jump. A huge rock lay on the floor. I put on my flip flops and went to check what that was.

I was confused, Anderson was standing there with a remorseful look on his face.

"What the fuck, Anderson?" I yelled, "Sorry!" he screamed back. I scoffed and crossed my arms. "I didn't mean to break it!"

"You didn't mean to break my window with that huge ass rock?!" I pointed to the rock.

"I said sorry!" he yelled back. All that professional nonesense was out the window, quite literally.

I put on some bikers and an oversized hoodie, I ran downstairs. My private lift was taking too long, I couldn't hold in my excitement.

I sprinted towards my garden and ran towards him, he opened his arms wide for me and I jumped up on him for a hug. I hugged his waist with my legs for support and I rested my head on the crook of his neck, as well as my arms around his neck.

We just hugged for a few minutes in silence, we took each other in and then we both pulled away from, he put me down and put his arms around my waist, pressing me to him. Me and Anderson stared right past who we pretended to be, and saw who we really were.

"You're an ass" I chuckled, "I know, seeing that look on your face told me that. I swear that I won't make you feel like that ever again, if you just give me a chance I'll give you the world, Oli" he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. 

"But... you won't be able to work for me anymore" I looked down at my hands, he tilted my head up softly, "One thing I haven't told you? I own a bar" he looked smug, proud. 

"Shut up!" I hit his chest playfully with a big, dumb, bright smile on my face. "Why did you want an internship then?" I asked.

"At first I thought I wanted that, then... I realized that I didn't. I was in too deep with you, I couldn't lose you"

I reached a bit up, cupped his cheeks and brought his mouth to mine. We connected in all aspects like we did that time at the beach, this time it was different.

We weren't lusting and filled to the brim with desire for each other, it was a new type of kiss for him and I. A good type of kiss.

Anderson's touch (like always) sent shivers down my spine, he squeezed my waist and I rested my arms on his shoulders.

I gathered all my strength to pull away so I could gasp for air, we were both panting and interlocked our eyes. Grey and Green; ashes and a forest. Us.

"What does this mean?" I asked, my cheeks were burning up and my face was completely red. "I'll stop working for you if that's getting in the way" he blurted out, I giggled and nodded my head; "if that makes you happy" I shrugged with a very big, and very bright smile.

"Don't you get it, hermosa? you make me happy" he groaned in annoyance, I full on laughed.

Laughed until my stomach hurt, until there was water in my eyes. Laughed because I was an idiot that didn't catch a clue until Anderson straight up told me.

I wiped my tears, he was staring at me with complete and honest adoration. My mind went back to the other woman; the prettier woman.

"What about that... girl?" I asked. 

"Jack told me what he told you at the gala, I thought that you didn't want anything to do with me. I never liked her, I just thought that she was the next best thing. Spoiler alert; she wasn't. Not even close" He explained and ended with sigh, a knot in my stomach that I didn't know about untied itself.

"She's ten times hotter than me, Anderson" I said, not in a pick me way. "You're genuinely going nuts, Oli." he chuckled in disbelief. He hadn't finished talking, so I waited silently for him to do so.

"She does not compare to you. No one does, not even close. You're flawless, everyone sees it. Inside and out, absolutely perfect." He pecked my lips slowly, and then slowly pulled away. I wanted more of it, more of him.

"You mean that?"

"Of course I mean it, don't doubt it. Ever."

I smiled to myself, "what are we then?" I muttered, locking our eyes. "Boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asked, afraid of what I would answer.

"Girlfriend and boyfriend" I corrected him, he chuckled and brought me in for yet another kiss. "Girlfriend and boyfriend" he accepted defeat.

 "Let's go inside, yeah?" we pulled apart and he snaked his arm around my waist, "you'll fix my window, dipshit" I informed him. He broke it so he fixes it. We started heading inside

"Aren't we a thing now?" he asked with a chuckle, "That doesn't change the fact that you're a total dipshit. You're not Romeo" I flicked his cheek, he had an over-exaggerated hurt face and I laughed. I laughed.

"I was desperate to win you over" he dramatized his words, I rolled my eyes. "There are better ways, y'know?" I rose a brow at him as we entered the building and headed for my lift.

"I tried, okay?" he looked down, "aw, don't worry, dipshit. You're my dipshit now" I smiled brightly at the last part.

"And you're my dipshit"

I frowned as we got into my private lift, "call me a dipshit again and we're over" I threatened.

"Wha- but you-" he protested, I pressed my index finger against his lips; "Shush. I want to watch Mamma Mia when we get home" I said smugly. Anderson moved my hand away and groaned, "again?"

"Yes, again" I rolled my eyes, again.